You genuinely used to be able to catch a taxi on almost any somewhat-busy street at any time of day or night if you waited 5-10 minutes. I caught a taxi going east towards the drive on Lawrence or Argyle or Berwyn at 5am more times than I can remember.
I saw this at DuPont Circle in DC with my middle school friend, her mom, and her weird hilarious dude friend from another school who told us about how he made his music class recorder into a blow dart gun with duct tape and pushpins and the mom haaaated that.
I just really cannot bear Instagram at all anymore, and interestingly they are failing at making me hate myself and instead I have just developed a vitriolic level of hate for everyone else.
@RoselandChi1972 Do you remember the Few Spirits thing where they distilled their own version and then had to recall because they used the Malort brand name on the label? Later renamed to “Angush and Regret” which goes hard. I’m having trouble finding an article or any info.
My (north side) family never heard of Malort. I first tried it in 2012ish in my hipster friend’s living room as a stunt and I have no idea now he got turned on to it. The hype and “Chicago Handshake” that emerged in the mid 2010s is totally manufactured. Fun bit though.
The current Malort craze is fun and funny, but can we be honest that it's a manufactured tradition, mainly on the North Side, about ten years old--not a city-wide historic Chicago cultural icon? And that's fine, new traditions are created all the time!
I just find it odd that news articles acknowledge nobody heard of Malort until ten years ago, then claim everybody's older relatives drank it. I know my relatives didn't drink Malort--and my grandparents' generation was here for Prohibition. My East Side Grampa made his own honey whiskey, and THAT is delicious. Links and recipe next.
Are there any native Chicagoans here whose relatives drank Malort? Maybe I am completely wrong. 1/3